Today is a day to focus on bringing passion to everything I do. Not just the things that it is easy for me to feel passionate about – but everything I have to do. My intention today is to do everything with energy, focus, and commitment that comes from true inner passion.
~ A Daily Book of Pagan Prayer by Megan Day
“Drink water from the spring where horses drink. The horse will never drink bad water. Lay your bed where the cat sleeps. Eat the fruit that has been touched by a worm. Boldly pick the mushroom on which the insects sit. Plant the tree where the mole digs. Build your house where the snake sits to warm itself. Dig your fountain where the birds hide from heat. Go to sleep and wake up at the same time with the birds – you will reap all of the days golden grains. Eat more green – you will have strong legs and a resistant heart, like the beings of the forest. Swim often and you will feel on earth like the fish in the water. Look at the sky as often as possible and your thoughts will become light and clear. Be quiet a lot, speak little – and silence will come in your heart, and your spirit will be calm and full of peace.”
Saint Seraphim of Sarov
Nature is talking to you, are you listening?
I was not raised with any type of religion …. or even any sort of metaphysical beliefs.
In August the date of September 28th was spoken to my mind from the unseen. I asked some folks I had been communicating with if that date meant anything to them, to which they replied, no, and so I asked that they keep it in mind.
Last night I had a visitor in the astral. A man with a full beard, he lifted it to expose his throat and told me I could punch him if I wanted to. Of course I said, “I do not want to punch you, I want to learn from you.”
Today I looked at the calendar. Yom Kipper is the 28th, beginning at sundown on the 27th.
I am completely naive when it comes to religions, faiths, and practices. I can tell you tho, that since this specific date was spoken to me from beyond the veil, and since I had a visitor in the astral who was obviously a Jewish man, I will do my best to honor the holy day, and abide by the rules, seeking the forgiveness and atonement … for I can tell you this has not been an easy process, this awakening. I’ve said many things that were of war-like nature and rebellion, when all my heart ever wished for was peace.
Yom Kipper is marked by a 25 hour fast starting at sundown (6:57pm pst) of the 27th until sundown (6:55pm pst) on the 28th.
During this time no water is allowed, including that which is used to brush the teeth. Medication should be avoided unless it will cause a major life threatening event. No sex, no shower (or washing), no cosmetics, no creams, no perfumes, no deodorant, no cell phones and no leather shoes for they denote wealth and prosperity. I’m guessing this goes for jewelry also.
It is stated that one is to do no work that day, although I am required to go to work, and if I call in sick, I’d be lying … so I’m hoping it is a slow day and I can chill out in meditation to some simple sounds. (I wonder if music is not allowed?) I’ve googled it and found a guided meditation, and also a site that states meditation, music and movement will be part of the services.
https://mishkan.org/jewish-mindfulness-elements-at-yom-kippur-services
“On Yom Kippur, we stand completely revealed in this mysterious enterprise called life,” said Rabbi Yael, specifically avoiding the word “God,” since the concept can sometimes close the hearts of people who are not sure what they believe.
Clothing worn can be white if one wishes to connect more fully with the atonement and repentance of the day.
Tashlich, the symbolic casting away of sins on Rosh Hashana, is usually done outside by a body of water, you can throw pebbles, or bird seed in whatever nearby water is available, including a kiddie swimming pool. Another option: Writing down your sins on rice paper, which dissolves in water. (On Amazon, it’s often referred to as “spy paper.”) PS ~ Don’t drink the water.
My life has been one trial after the other. There have been many circumstances that came and went that actually threatened my life, my health, both physical and mental. At times, even now I might add since I have greater realization, my entire well-being is at stake, simply by being unobservant or careful about certain things … and so I work on altering habitual patterns that are not of benefit.
I can tell you, I had no idea that who I have been experiencing for the last near 20 years was participants of the faith, and that of the actual Jewish God. And here I thought I was simply insane.
This is our wake-up call … should we choose to heed it.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Yom_Kippur
It takes a lot to love a thing, a life, in any of its forms …. and it takes very little to destroy it. Usually, it is destroyed simply because the one they long to hurt has become unaffected by them … so they harm what, and who, they love, trying to get them to bend to their will.
So the one who has refused to bend, to submit to the destroyer must also stand firm in the face of the torment of that which they love … for to fight it is in a way, bending to it. The task then, is to shed the responsibilities one might feel toward the harm … blaming self for the actions of another …. questions arise, “if I had agreed to bend, to submit, perhaps lives would be spared, harm not perpetrated on the innocent.”
We all know … or at least I hope so by now, this is a lie. No amount of bending to an aggressor will end aggression …. no amount of shrinking will stop a power tripping entity from doing harm …. no …. they will demand more, and more, until there is no thing left but rivers of pain and suffering.
So the warrior must continue to stand strong and firm … daring the destroyer to simply destroy it all … they will anyway. Why allow them to strip a soul of their sovereignty in the process? Breaking the Will that we all hold so dear.
They will destroy everything anyway … despite contracts, or treaties, or handshakes …. they will destroy it all … if not now, later.
It is too bad that so many are blinded by this truth. They cower, and they call it being a “savior” for simply delaying the inevitable. They keep in mind the promises made to them by said destroyer … Utopia.
They have already relinquished their soul … their sovereignty…. they settle for less because this keeps them ‘safe’ … all they need do is fulfill their obligations stated in the contract … feed the beast.
Their collective soul will rot … and rightly so …. unless of course they are experts at throwing off the guilt of their chosen actions and betrayals to innocence, perfectly okay with being traitor to life.
In that case, they have become the aggressor … no better, no worse.
The tears, the sobbing, the torment of the innocent is music to their ears …. it sings out in everyone’s ears these days … and people are so distracted by the manipulated chaos, the virus, the riots, the fires, the elections … that they cannot hear what is plainly occurring, and they deny its existence.
Soon tho, they will not be able to deny it any longer. Even the most fervent denier will no longer be able to refuse its truth.
“One day when you wake up, you will find that you have become a forest.
You have grown roots and found strength in them that no one thought you had.
You have become stronger and more beautiful, full of life giving qualities.
You have learned to take all the negativity around you and turn it into oxygen for easy breathing.
A host of wild creatures live inside you and you call them stories.
A variety of beautiful birds rest inside your mind and you call them memories.
You have become an incredible self sustaining thing of epic proportions.
And you should be so proud of yourself, of how far you have come from the seeds of who you used to be.”
This world tries to tell us who we are from the beginning of our lives.
Fat, skinny, dim witted, intelligent, mentally challenged, pretty, ugly, selfish, generous, and any number of other things.
Before we become adults our psyche can be corrupted by the many opinions of our peers. We attempt to live up to their expectations.
Doctors may label us as ‘something’ in order to have an excuse to prescribe various medications which alter our chemistry in order to ‘help’ us. Once they do this, family, friends, society as a whole does its thing and tries to validate this ‘diagnosis’. Usually all done out of ignorance, or a requirement to prescribe meds, or a failed understanding of our experience of the Spiritual Realms, which we may have become connected to.
Triggers born of such experiences and judgments can be difficult to shed as we begin to stand more firmly in our OWN perceptions and ideas of Self. It can take a lot for us to finally say, No More … you are not allowed to define me any longer.
Yet the trigger is sometimes flipped by our connections, even unintentionally, due to the wounds we carry.
This is a good thing, for it allows us the opportunity to see it, to evaluate it, to sit with it and trace it to its source, to see how it has affected our lives and our decisions about self and relationships.
This is when healing can occur if we are willing to look at it deeply, acknowledge it so that it can be released, rather than suppressed. In suppression it will ALWAYS have opportunity to rear its head.
Acknowledgement and release is the only way to freedom from the stigma that began with others placing their own perceptions of our value on us, which we often take on as our own.
Becoming a healer is a difficult process, and always begins with our willingness to heal Self first. Becoming a healer cannot BE any other way, for books cannot teach it … it must be experienced for Self in order to BE IT, and to be of assistance for others.
Bless the courageous and their Stubborn Will which demands to become that which they have always needed, a nurturer. And somewhere along the line, transforming that Stubborn Will into a Skillful Will that is of benefit not only to Self, but to the World.
I love you so much.
Your Brilliance, your Endurance, and your Love for Life is tremendous and oh so beautiful.
I am one of the most Blessed Women, simply for knowing you. And for finally, coming into the true knowledge of what it means to be whole. I am so happy that this Life is a continuous opportunity for development and advancement in the Spiritual things …. in the Heart, Mind, Body and Emotional states which need focus to become Balance.
As chaos flies all about the world, let us reel in our energies, harness it, and apply it to that world we wish to co-create together … a world of beauty, acceptance, care, compassion and Love … in all of its forms.
Muah.
He who prefers to think than to feel, leaves his feeling to rot in darkness. It does not grow ripe, but in moodiness produces sick tendrils that do not reach the light. He who prefers to feel than to think leaves his thinking in the darkness, where it spins its net on gloomy places, desolate webs in which mosquitos and gnats become enmeshed. The thinker feels the disgust of feeling, since feeling in him is mainly disgusting. The one who feels thinks the disgust of thinking, since the thinking in him is mainly disgusting. So the serpent lies between the thinker and the one who feels. They are each other’s poison and healing.
May the thinking person accept his pleasure, and the feeling person accept his own thought. Such leads one along the way.
~ Carl Jung, The Red Book, page 248
Shamanism is all about learning through experience. The analytical clever mind can block one getting deeper due to wanting to pick things apart, judge and criticize. The mind knows no better, it thinks it’s protecting, but it’s not. It’s hindering progress.
To really make the most of the experience you will need to either befriend your mind by thanking it and asking it to take notes and you will get back to it later, or with intent, expand your soul essence to be more encompassing than the size and influence of your mind. In this way, you can move deeper and use the mind as a defining tool rather than something blocking your way.
Blessings.
https://www.contemporaryshaman.net/
Once, long, long ago … yet somehow, not so very long …when all the animals and rocks and winds and waters and trees and birds and fish and all the beings of the world could speak … and understand one another there began … an argument.
It began softly at first …
Quiet as the first breeze that whispered, “He is a wind who is never still.” Quiet as the stone that answered, “He is a great rock that never moves.” Gentle as the mountain that rumbled, “God is a snowy peak, high above the clouds.” And the fish in the ocean that answered, “God is a swimmer, in the dark blue depths of sea.” “No,” said the star, “God is a twinkling and a shining, far, far away.””No,” replied the ant, “God is a sound and a smell and a feeling, who is very, very close.” “No,” insisted the antelope, “is a runner, swift and free, who loves to leap and race the wind.” “She is a great tree,” murmured the willow, “a part of the world, always growing and always giving.” “You are wrong,” argued the island, “God is separate and apart.” “God is like the shining sun, far above all things,” added the blue sky. “No, He is a river, who flows through the very heart of things,” thundered the waterfall.”She is a hunter, ” roared the lion. “God is gentle,” chirped the robin. “He is powerful,” growled the bear. And the argument grew louder, and LOUDER, and LOUDER…
STOP!
A new voice spoke. It rumbled loudly, like thunder. And it whispered softly, like butterfly sneezes.The voice seemed to come from ….Why it seemed to come from …Old Turtle!
Old Turtle hardly ever said anything, and certainly never argued about God. But now Old Turtle began to speak.”God is indeed deep,” she said to the fish in the sea, “and much higher than high,” she told the mountains. “He is swift and free as the wind, and still and solid as a great rock,” she said to the breezes and stones. “She is the life of the world,” Turtle said to the willow. “Always close by, yet beyond the farthest twinkling light.” she told the ant and the star. “God is gentle and powerful. Above all things and within all things.”God is all that we dream of, and all the we seek,” said Old Turtle, “all that we come from and all the we can find. “God IS.”
Old Turtle had never said so much before. All the beings of the world were surprised, and became very quiet.
But Old Turtle had one more thing so say. “There will soon be a new family of beings in the world, ” she said, “and they will be strange and wonderful. “They will be reminders of all that God is. They will come in many colors and shapes, with different faces and different ways of speaking. Their thoughts will soar to the stars, but their feet will walk the earth. They will possess many powers. They will be strong, yet tender, a message of love from God to the earth, and a prayer from the earth back to God. And the people came.
But the people forgot. They forgot that they were a message of love, and a prayer from the earth. And they began to argue … about who knew God. And who did not and where God was, and was not; and whether God was, or was not.
And often the people misused their powers, and hurt one another. Or killed one another. And they hurt the earth. Until finally even the forests began to die … and the rivers and the oceans, and the plants and the animals and the earth itself … because the people could not remember who they were, or where God was.
Until one day there came a voice, like the growling of thunder; but as soft as butterfly sneezes, PLEASE STOP!
The voice seemed to come from the mountain who rumbled, “Sometimes I see God swimming in the dark blue depths of the sea.” And from the ocean who sighed, “He is often among the snow-capped peaks, reflecting the sun.” From the stone who said, “I sometimes feel her breath, as she blows by.” And from the breeze who whispered, “I feel his still presence as I dance among the rocks.” And the star declared, “God is very close;” and the island added, “His love touches everything.”
And after a long, lonesome and scary time .. the people listened, and began to hear … And to see God in one another…and in the beauty of the earth.
And Old Turtle smiled.
And so did God.
Conspiracy theories are something Hollywood pays attention to, this is just about feeling in your own gut that something isn’t right.
The difficulty about lying is making the lies consistent with everything around us.
No politician or doctor has been able to do that for 2020.
Taking a close look at the information we receive is critical at this point.
Do you feel as though you are being attacked?
From all sides, in the seen and unseen world?
Do you feel like peace has been utterly replaced with chaos?
If yes, then it is time to begin creating that which we wish to see … leaving behind us all of the bullshit, and the artists who shape it into form for our ingestion.
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